Your dreams they have led
To the poor side of town
Where you fight your way up
To a hole in the ground
Your old friends don't pass so
You don't make a sound
It saves you from saying hello
It saves you from saying hello
You live the old saying
That boys will be boys
But you aren't a boy
Nor women your toys
Well then don't bang your drum
If you don't like the noise
But you bang away and complain
You bang away and complain
You've painted your shell
Faked a smell like a rose
So they come within reach
But never too close
You are the one that nobody knows
You let them think that they do
Oh you let them think that they do
That works for awhile
Then they get their fill
Of the red-handed thief
With his tongue in the till
Oh you only love you
And you always will
The lines to the exits are long
The lines to the exits are long
You found out too late
That life is too short
Well your ex paramour
Hauled your ass into court
When you didn't pay for
The child support
And you always act like the man
You always act like the man
People get more from giving
Than looking to get
And that life you've been leading
Has been leading you yet
There were lessons you knew
That you shouldn't forget
So now you are writing them down
Now you are writing them down
Cause your dreams they have led
To the poor side of town
Where you fight your way up
To a hole in the ground
Your old friends don't pass
And you don'T make a sound
It saves you from saying
It saves you from saying hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
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